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“Keep pushing my buttons, Sydney. If you perceived me as weak, then you’re going to get quite the fucking reality check. I put up with your shit this long because I’m sympathetic that Mommy and Daddy don’t love you, nor does Francesca. But I will not be bullied by you and continue to stay quiet.”
“You know what I want, Lee? I want you to feel the same pain I feel every day. I want you to fucking suffer. Can you do that for me?”
“Bye, princesa.” “Bye, Rio,” I whisper.
“Jillian?” “Yeah?” “I’m going to murder so many fucking people for you.”
SOBBING
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“Meadows, baby. Our last name is Meadows.” “Yours. Don’t get ahead of yourself. You’ll be expected to beg.”
“I killed my therapist,” she answers, her smile dropping. “I didn’t want to kill her. She smelled like pine trees, so she wasn’t a demon. The first and last person I’ve ever hurt who wasn’t deserving, I promise.”
“Please don’t be scared of me. You smell like the most wonderful flowers. I would never hurt you.”
Sibby cracks me up omg
Sibel holds up a wicked, pink knife. “And he got my knife back! The police had it as a murder weapon, and Zade got it out for me.” “She was literally losing her mind over it, and didn’t give me much choice,” he clarifies dryly. She shrugs, content with having her knife back regardless of how it happened.
“You really want to cause mass extinction for those names? Moan them, little mouse, I dare you. Whichever ones you choose, not a single man by that name will fucking exist anymore. How about we start with Chad? We can definitely live without the Chads in the world.”
“Sibby!” I shout exasperatedly. “Stop taking your clothes off, we are not having a fucking orgy!”
HAHAHAHAHA
“Our mouths are touching the same spot,” she says shakily. “Does that count as kissing?” “You tell me, little mouse. When I make you cry out for God, does that count as praying?”
“The ride to Hell is going to be a tough one, Rickety Dick. Have fun on your adventure.”
“Good job, little mouse,” he praises, his voice deep and smooth as butter. “Didn’t want to join in?” He smirks. “My girl had it handled.”
“They smell positively rotten,” she shouts, curling her lip in disgust. Pointing to Rocco, she says, “That one smells like rotten eggs. And the other smells like a rotten pumpkin.”
“You guys are bathing their stench off me later.” “Oh my God,” I say, turning my gaze back to Zade’s. “I’m going to have to give the tub a bath tomorrow.” He shakes his head, appearing disturbed. “Use holy water. Lots of holy water.”
“I dream of all the ways I will make them suffer,” he whispers. “I dream of their blood on my hands—between my teeth. I will kill every last one of them for you, little mouse, and I will fucking rejoice in it.”
“Crawl to me,” he orders, his voice as rough as lava rock, yet as enticing as the spiced whiskey he swallowed. “Show me how pretty you are begging on your knees for my cock.”
Oh
“I want to see this blood all over my cock,” he murmurs. “Take off my belt.”
“I wanted to know what it tasted like when someone else bleeds for me,” I whisper. He works his jaw. “I’ll always bleed for you,”
“Ring around the rosies, pocket full of posies,” Sibby sings loudly, skipping around the three wriggling bodies strapped to their chairs. “Ashes, ashes, we all fall DOWN!” she screams, kicking the back of Rocco’s chair on the last word. She shouts it so loudly, even I jump.
HAHHAHAHAHA
Francesca has officially soiled herself.
She works to swallow, but eventually nods her head. “Yeah, I knew her. She was my sister. I mean, all the children were my siblings. Daddy was the only one allowed to get anyone pregnant…” she trails off, seemingly dumbfounded.
OMG
“Thank you.” Clapping my hands, causing the three of them to startle, I offer them a huge smile. “It’s time.”
THE EXCITEMENT!
“Time?” she echoes, her voice breaking.
“For the Culling,” I supply, my voice dipped in honey and sugar. “And you, my dear, are the prey.”
I pull a special gift I had burning in the back of my pocket and present it to her. A heel I broke off from one of her shoes. “Fucking choke on it, bitch.”
YES ADDIE
But this time, I’m just fucking annoyed. Sibby did what she always does and took shit a step too far. She decided it would be fun to play fucking frisbee with body parts or some shit, so we spent an hour alone trying to locate every piece of Francesca so we could bury them.
HAHAHAHAHAHAGA SIBBY
By the time I picked up all ten of her fingers, I didn’t fucking care anymore. Didn’t help that Sibby decided to have an imaginary orgy directly after, forcing Addie and I to leave until she finished. Literally.
And I need therapy.
Girl same
“He’s not the one you should be praying to,” he murmurs darkly, sending shivers rolling down my spine. “Only I will be your salvation.”
“You’re searching for life inside that sunset, yet I seek death between your thighs,”
“You won’t find God in the sun when he’s already inside you,”
“I care about the world and cleansing it of demons. Can you imagine?” A wide, dreamy smile spreads across her face. “Living in a world of flowers? One big garden, just like the planet should be.” “See? Unstable.”
She growls at me and stomps her foot. “I could do it, Addie. I know I have a temper, and that I’d need help. But I could fix this world,” she tells me vehemently.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she snaps. Goddammit. I knew there was something off about him. Brows hiked, I turn to Mom’s caretaker, finding him just as surprised as Sibby. “I could ask you the same thing, Sibel.”
